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Junto al Jordán
Author: Dimas Planas Belfort Hymnal: El Himnario #59 (1998) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Junto al Jordán se oye el clamor Topics: Adviento; Adviento; Advent Scripture: John 1:29 Languages: Spanish Tune Title: PUER NOBIS
Junto al Jordán
Junto al Jordán
Author: Dimas Planas Belfort Hymnal: El Himnario Presbiteriano #59 (1999) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Junto al Jordán se oye el clamor Lyrics: 1 Junto al Jordán se oye el clamor
de Juan Bautista, el precursor.
Anuncia que ya viene aquél
que habrá de ser nuestro Emanuel.
2 Recto ha de ser el proceder
del pueblo que aspira a ser
del templo de su habitación
y objecto de su redención.
3 Cual nuestra sola redención
te acoje nuestro corazón,
pues sin tu gracia, oh Salvador,
fallece cual marchita flor.
4 Rescátanos ya del sufrir;
no nos permitas sucumbir.
Y que tu esplendorosa faz
al mundo alumbre y traga paz.
5 Jesús que viene con virtud
y cuyo adviento trae salud,
el Padre y el Consolador
reciban gloria, prez y honor. Topics: Adviento; Adviento Scripture: John 1:29 Languages: Spanish Tune Title: PUER NOBIS
Junto al Jordán
Great God, to thee my voice I raise
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HV (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics:
Great God, to thee my voice I raise,
To thee my youngest hours belong:
I would begin my life with praise,
Till growing years improve the song.
’Tis to thy sovereign grace I owe
That I was born on Christian ground;
Where streams of heavenly mercy flow,
And words of sweet salvation sound.
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I would not change my native land
For rich Peru, with all her gold:
A nobler prize lies in my hand
Than east or western Indies hold.
How do I pity those that dwell
Where ignorance and darkness reign!
They know no heaven—they fear no hell—
That endless joy—that endless pain.
Thy glorious promises, O Lord,
Kindle my hopes and my desire:
While all the preachers of thy word
Warn me t’ escape eternal fire.
Thy praise shall still employ my breath,
Since thou hast mark’d my way to heaven,
Nor will I run the road to death,
And waste the blessings thou hast given.
Languages: English
Great God, to thee my voice I raise
Lord, I ascribe it to thy grace
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HVI (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics:
Lord, I ascribe it to thy grace,
And not to chance as others do,
That I was born of Christian race,
And not a heathen, or a Jew.
What would the ancient Jewish kings
And Jewish prophets once have given,
Could they have heard these glorious things
Which Christ reveal’d and brought from heaven!
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How glad the Heathens would have been,
That worshipp’d idols, wood, and stone,
If they the book of God had seen,
Or Jesus and his gospel known!
Then, if the Gospel I refuse,
How shall I e’er lift up mine eyes?
For all the Gentiles and the Jews
Against me will in judgment rise.
Languages: English
Lord, I ascribe it to thy grace
There is a God that reigns above
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HX (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics:
There is a God that reigns above,
Lord of the heavens, and earth, and seas:
I fear his wrath, I ask his love,
And with my lips I sing his praise.
There is a law which he has writ,
To teach us all what we must do:
My soul, to his commands submit,
For they are holy, just, and true.
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There is a Gospel of rich grace,
Whence sinners all their comforts draw:
Lord, I repent, and seek thy face,
For I have often broke thy law.
There is an hour when I must die,
Nor do I know how soon ‘twill come:
A thousand children, young as I,
Are call’d by death to hear their doom.
Let me improve the hours I have,
Before the day of grace is fled:
There’s no repentance in the grave,
No pardon offer’d to the dead.
Just as a tree cut down, that fell
To north or southward, there it lies,
So man departs to heaven or hell,
Fix’d in the state wherein he dies.
Languages: English
There is a God that reigns above
Why should I say, “‘Tis yet too soon
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXIII (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Why should I say, "'Tis yet too soon Lyrics:
Why should I say, “‘Tis yet too soon
“To seek for heaven or think of death?”
A flower may fade before ‘tis noon,
And I this day may lose my breath.
If this rebellious heart of mine
Despise the gracious calls of Heaven,
I may be harden’d in my sin,
And never have repentance given.
What if the Lord grow wroth, and swear,
While I refuse to read and pray,
That he’ll refuse to lend an ear
To all my groans another day!
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What if his dreadful anger burn,
While I refuse his offer’d grace,
And all his love to anger turn,
And strike me dead upon the place!
’Tis dangerous to provoke a God!
His power and vengeance none can tell:
One stroke of his almighty rod
Shall send young sinners quick to hell.
Then ‘twill for ever be in vain
To cry for pardon or for grace;
To wish I had my time again,
Or hope to see my Maker’s face.
Languages: English
Why should I say, “‘Tis yet too soon
O 'tis a lovely thing for youth
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXV (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics:
O ‘tis a lovely thing for youth
To walk betimes in wisdom’s way;
To fear a lie, to speak the truth,
That we may trust to all they say!
But liars we can never trust,
Though they should speak the thing that’s true;
And he that does one fault at first,
And lies to hide it, makes it two.
Have we not known, nor heard, nor read
How God abhors deceit and wrong?
How Ananias was struck dead,
Caught with a lie upon his tongue?
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So did his wife Sapphira die,
When she came in, and grew so bold
As to confirm that wicked lie,
Which just before her husband told.
The Lord delights in them that speak
The words of truth; but every liar
Must have his portion in the lake
That burns with brimstone and with fire.
Then let me always watch my lips,
Lest I be struck to death and hell,
Since God a book of reckoning keeps
For every lie that children tell.
Languages: English
O 'tis a lovely thing for youth
Angels, that high in glory dwell
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXIX (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics:
Angels, that high in glory dwell,
Adore thy Name, Almighty God!
And devils tremble down in hell,
Beneath the terrors of thy rod.
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And yet how wicked children dare
Abuse thy dreadful, glorious Name!
And when they’re angry, how they swear,
And curse their fellows, and blaspheme!
How will they stand before thy face,
Who treated thee with such disdain,
While thou shalt doom them to the place
Of everlasting fire and pain?
Then never shall one cooling drop
To quench their burning tongues be given;
But I will praise thee here, and hope
Thus to employ my tongue in heaven.
My heart shall be in pain to hear
Wretches affront the Lord above:
’Tis that great God whose power I fear,
That heavenly Father whom I love.
If my companions grow profane,
I’ll leave their friendship when I hear
Young sinners take thy Name in vain,
And learn to curse, and learn to swear.
Languages: English
Angels, that high in glory dwell
Why should our garments, made to hide
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXXII (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics:
Why should our garments, made to hide
Our parents’ shame, provoke our pride?
The art of dress did ne’er begin
Till Eve our mother learnt to sin.
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When first she put the covering on,
Her robe of innocence was gone;
And yet her children vainly boast
In the sad marks of glory lost.
How proud we are! how fond to shew
Our clothes, and call them rich and new,
When the poor sheep and silkworms wore
That very clothing long before!
The tulip and the butterfly
Appear in gayer coats than I:
Let me be dress’d fine as I will,
Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still.
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Then will I set my heart to find
Inward adornings of the mind:
Knowledge and virtue, truth and grace,
These are the robes of richest dress.
No more shall worms with me compare,
This is the raiment angels wear:
The Son of God, when here below,
Put on this blest apparel too.
It never fades, it ne’er grows old,
Nor fears the rain, nor moth, nor mould:
It takes no spot, but still refines;
The more ‘tis worn, the more it shines.
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In this on earth would I appear,
Then go to heaven, and wear it there:
God will approve it in his sight;
’Tis his own work, and his delight.
Languages: English
Why should our garments, made to hide
Lord, how delightful ‘tis to see
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXXVIII (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Lord, how delightful 'tis to see Lyrics:
Lord, how delightful ‘tis to see
A whole assembly worship thee!
At once they sing, at once they pray;
They hear of heaven, and learn the way.
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I have been there, and still would go
’Tis like a little heaven below!
Not all my pleasure and my play
Should tempt me to forget this day.
O write upon my memory, Lord,
The text and doctrines of thy Word,
That I may break thy laws no more,
But love thee better than before!
With thoughts of Christ and things divine
Fill up this foolish heart of mine:
That, hoping pardon through his blood,
I may lie down, and wake with God.
Languages: English
Lord, how delightful ‘tis to see
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